THE KENNETH HUTTON STORY
Wednesday 7.40a.m. on the 27th February 1952 the nurse on the maternity ward at Simpson
memorial hospital Edinburgh, Scotland cried out to my father “it’s a boy”. I was
given the name Kenneth Law Hutton and I was second son to my mother Kate Margot Rubas
Hutton born 7th December 1930 and my father Robert Baird Hutton born 22ndAugust 1924.
My mother was of German decent and my father was Scottish, both my parents served
in the Second World War where they met while my father was stationed in Germany with
the British army.
After the war they both returned to Scotland and got married on the 18th September
1948 shortly after my brother Albert Robert was born in 1949 and they all set up
home on a council estate in Edinburgh. A couple of years down the line I was to come
onto the scene, followed shortly after by my sister Anita Christine born 24th October
Over the next four years we all lived as one big happy family well that’s what it
seemed to be from the outside looking in. Little did people know that the family
was slowly disintegrating. Unfortunately for us my father was a heavy drinker, and
to my knowledge unable to hold down any job for any length of time. During 1955 and
1957 my mother walked out on the family three times, and on each occasion it was
said that she had gone with other men. Then finally on Wednesday the 20thFebruary
1957 she left for the last time and was not seen or heard of for many years, it was
very late that night when my father returned home to find the three of us all huddled
together and alone, I was five years old. My father tried his best to take care of
us with the help of our grandmother who came over from Germany to look after us but
it was all too much for both of them. Finally there became no option but to put
us into care and our once happy home was to be a thing of the past.
On Monday11th March 1957 my brother Albert was sent to live with my grandmother,
my father’s mother, whilst my sister Anita and I were put into the care of Dr Barnardos
Homes and admitted to Haldane House, Bogside by Alloa near Edinburgh and was there
to stay for the next four years during which my father visited only the once. In
July1958 my mother applied though a solicitor to regain custody of her children but
it was short lived and by August 1958 our parents had disappeared off the face of
the earth, and that was the last contact we were ever to have from them. Fortunately
for us our German grandmother still showed an interest and was to visit us many times
traveling from Germany to Scotland always with a smile and gifts for both of us,
but after a while the years caught up with her and at the age of 72 she was finding
it hard ,so gradually her visits became less frequent .
During those four years Anita and I were boarded out many times and told it would
be the last and introduced to our new parents to be. Each time I took my little sister
by the hand hoping that these were the ones, But it wasn’t to be and after the third
time we thought we were going to be institutionalized forever, little did we know
that Barnardos were trying to relocate us with our fathers sister Christina but on
receiving a letter from her telling Barnardos she already taken the older one Albert
after the Scottish grandmother died and wasn’t interested in either of us two
Then in February 1961 shortly before my ninth birthday we were told once again we
going to be boarded out and hand in hand off we went again but this time it was to
be different neither knowing that this was to be a turning point in our young lives
as we were introduced to our prospected foster parents Mr. and Mrs. I’Anson.
After a short holiday with the I‘Anson’s we returned to the home once again but this
time asked if we would we like to go and live with them. Naturally our answer of
course was yes. Finally after four years of coming and going we moved into our new
home on Saturday the 15thApril 1961.Mr and Mrs I’Anson lived in Falkirk Stirlingshire
and had one daughter called Doreen aged 18yrs who became our big sister. During our
stay at Falkirk our grandmother came over from Germany and stayed with us for one
month. By now she was the only family we had from our old life, The I’Ansons had
become our parents and we called them mum and dad. We were all one big happy family
and still have fond memories of those early years in Stirlingshire.
At the age of 12 years my brother Albert was kidnapped on the 29th August 1963 from
outside my aunts house in Edinburgh and all hell was let loose, the police were called
and Anita and I were put under police protection for a time it was assumed my mother
had come to get children but there was no actual proof and thought that she had taken
Albert back to Germany with her, we now that she must have because he’s well and
living in London.
All was going well until our new parents decided that they wanted to emigrate to
Australia and as they were not our legal guardians we could not go with them. They
went ahead with their application but at the same time approached Barnardos and asked
if we could go with them. They were successful in their application and Barnardos
said they would try to send us with the next group of children being relocated to
Australia. This meant we would have to go back into care for a short period of time.
Finally the day came when we all packed our bags and moved to Malton in Yorkshire
on the 27 of July 1964 and waited for our parent’s departure date.
The departure date was confirmed as the 3rd March 1965 so while they flew of to Australia,
we were sent to live in London to the Dr Barnardo’s village home in Barkingside.
It was a sad time and at the back of my mind wondered if we would see our new mum
and dad again.
A special thank you to Tony Diamond for trying so hard, to get us all together and
give us the courage to tell some of our stories to others.
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